Log Date
Here to collect the prettiest/funniest/most intelligent and sensual things off of the interwebs.
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This.
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I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.
— Mary Oliver; Starlings in Winter (via kaleidoscopedreams)
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“I hadn’t known that a light could be a feeling and a sound could be a color and a kiss could be both a question and an answer. And that heaven could be the ocean or a person or this moment or something else entirely.”
—Megan Miranda, Fracture (Walker, 2012)
(Source: larmoyante)
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I do my thing and you do your thing.
I am not in this world to live up to your expectations,
And you are not in this world to live up to mine.
You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other,
it’s beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped.
-Fritz Perls (1969)
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A Rock N Roll Halloween Playlist
- Sonic Youth- Halloween
- Siouxsie & The Banshees- Halloween
- Bauhaus- Stigmata Martyr
- Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds- I Put A Spell On You
- Kip Tyler- She’s My Witch
- The Cramps- Zombie Dance
- The Misfits- Horror Business
- The Ramones- Pet Sematary
- Dead Kennedys- Halloween
- X- The Hungry Wolf
- Beasts Of Bourbon- Psycho
- The Scientists- Blood Red River
- The Gun Club- Sleeping In Blood City
- Dead Moon- Walking On My Grave
- Link Wray- Hillbilly Wolf
- Jackie Morningstar- Rockin’ In The Graveyard
- The King Khan & BBQ Show- Zombie
- Black Lips- Buried Alive
- The Minutemen (Australia)- Voodoo Slaves
- The Gruesomes- Jack The Ripper
- Samhain- Archangel
- Fang- Diary Of A Mad Werrwoulf
- The Gories- Ghost Rider
- New York Dolls- Frankenstein
- Violent Femmes- Werewolf
- Talking Heads- Psycho Killer (demo)
- Jonathan Richman- Vampire Girl
- The Dream Syndicate- Halloween
- Concrete Blonde- Bloodletting (The Vampire Song)
- Roky Erickson & The Aliens- Night Of The Vampire
- The Wipers- Scared Stiff
- The Warlocks- Evil Eyes Again
Oh yeah!
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Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.
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Pretty wealthy, indeed.
